âBy the way, youâre only a month away from your due date now, right?â Camille said.
âYeah, the baby should be born around early March,â Valda said.
âTime flies so fast. It feels like just yesterday we were worrying about you getting pregnant,â Camille said, as if her friendâs pregnancy was still fresh in her mind.
âYeah, time really flies,â Valda said.
During the chat, Brian returned to the villa. Upon seeing Camille, he greeted her and then bent down to naturally kiss Valdaâs forehead. âHow was it? Did the baby give you a hard time today?â
âIt was fine,â Valda replied. âThe fetal movements were normal too.â
âDid you have any leg cramps?â Brian asked.
âI had one at noon,â Valda replied.
Brian took off his coat, rolled up his sweater sleeves, and sat down next to Valda. âWas it the left leg?â
âYes, it was.â
Brian carefully placed Valdaâs left leg on his knee and used his slender fingers to give her leg a massage.
âHow does it feel?â
âBe gentleâ¦itâs so sore,â Valda said.
âHow about now?â
âAlmost there, a little higher.â
âHere?â
âUh-huh.â
Camille, who was standing aside, was stunned. She never expected to witness the Crown Prince giving someone a massage in her lifetime.
This is the aloof and cool male god in the eyes of others!
So, what about being aloof now? Donât be too attentive to Valda!
After Valda noticed her friendâs shocked expression, she seemed to realize what was happening and blushed slightly.
After all, although Brian had given her massages many times before, Camille had never seen him do it until now.
âUm⦠Iâm in the late stage of pregnancy and my legs tend to cramp up, so when he has free time, he helps me massage them,â explained Valda.
âItâs⦠Itâs pretty good,â murmured Camille, âAnd Brian seems to have some good skills.â
âCraftsmanship?â Valda sweated profusely. âBy the way, do you want to stay and have dinner with me?â
she asked.
âNo, I have a business meeting later. Iâll come see you next time,â Camille said.
After Camille left, Valda turned to Brian and said, âI feel like Camille was surprised when you helped me massage my calves. Does it not fit your image?â
Brian chuckled. âThen what do you think fits my image?â
ââ¦It should be pure and aloof, high above everyone else,â she said, which was her first impression of him.
âThatâs no longer the case,â he said, looking deeply into her eyes.
âWhen I fell in love with you, I was no longer like that.â
Valda smiled. Yes, he was no longer like that now.
If she had felt he was like a distant moon that she could only look at from afar and not approach back thenâ¦
Now, there was a hint of fireworks in him. He was no longer out of reach, but within reach. He was gentle, passionate, and no longer cold.
âBrian, I like you more now,â Valda said, raising her hands and holding Brianâs face. âWhat should I do?
I feel like painting you again.â
My heart started racing, so my hands got itchy again.
He said, âIâm afraid tonight wonât work. I still have some work to do for the company, so Iâll probably be in the study tonight. How about tomorrow? Iâll be your model then.â